Chapter 3 The mysterious atmosphere

Buffon, whose thoughts were a little preoccupied, was thinking about where he should go in this strange world in the future. The owner of his body didn't even know his own name, and the management system of this world's aristocrats meant that people like him could only be remembered. Like Clence, he steals other people's food to satisfy his hunger, but the final result may be the same as the original Clence, dying suddenly one day, which is definitely not what he wants.

Da da da...

The footsteps coming from the door made Buffon in the wooden house recognize that this seemed to be the owner of the wooden house. The old John who always had a smile on his face was back.

With the unpleasant sound of opening the door, Old John pushed the door and walked in with a small metal bowl in his hand. Seeing Buffon looking at him, he raised the small bowl in his hand to indicate what he had brought back, and smiled. He said to Buffon: "This is my favorite red cabbage soup. I think you will like the taste of it." Then he handed the small metal bowl to Buffon.

"No, I can't accept your food," Buffon quickly refused, not intending to eat the other person's food.

Old John's expression did not change when he heard the refusal of the road closure. He put the small metal bowl aside, then clasped his hands between his eyebrows and said devoutly: "This is the food that the goddess gives to every believer who believes in her. This is It doesn't belong to anyone."

"You are really a devout believer," Buffon thought to himself.

Seeing the small bowl handed over by Old John again, he took it with a little hesitation.

Is this really drinkable? , if he hadn't seen this low-quality red cabbage soup in Krensi's memory, Buffon would have really doubted whether it was made from some random plants. The taste of the red cabbage soup is a bit sour. But for people like them who lack money, this is the only delicious food. Looking at the red vegetable soup with a little oil floating in the bowl, they still want to try it.

Buffon was a little confused as to why the other party would share the food with him. After all, food was very precious to them. After looking at the ordinary bowl of red cabbage soup, Buffon felt as if there was some kind of magic that was tempting him. He drank it quickly, which made Buffon unable to control his desire and put the metal bowl to his mouth.

wrong!

Buffon, who had already drank the beetroot soup in the metal bowl, realized that he seemed to have been tempted by something. He had lost the ability to think and was only left with a desire for the things in the bowl. This made him want to make the metal in his hand. He threw away the small bowl, but his body did not obey the order of his brain and continued to greedily drink the remaining red cabbage soup.

The expression on Old John's face became even happier. Seeing that Buffon had drank the red cabbage soup in front of him, his eyes showed unbearable anticipation.

After entering the mouth, there was no familiar sourness in Kerens' memory, but a bitter taste, like the taste of medicine. It was not until he drank the red cabbage soup in the small metal bowl that Buffon regained control of his body. of control.

Cough cough cough!

Buffon, who choked on the bitter beetroot soup, lowered his head and coughed twice, then threw the small metal bowl aside.

Buffon, who had already noticed that something was wrong, raised his head and was about to ask what was going on with the weird red cabbage soup. Old John, who usually had a friendly smile on his face, seemed to be a different person at this time, and asked in a low voice. He said, "How does it taste? This is the red cabbage soup I specially prepared. Old John specially used a different tone on the red cabbage soup. Buffon felt the malice coming from the other party.

Buffon slowly retreated, his back already pressed against the wall behind him. After all, this cabin was too narrow. His slightly trembling legs showed that Buffon was a little scared at this moment. His expression became ferocious as he stared at the opposite side. Old John, Buffon shouted: "What are you going to do, who are you?"

It's a pity that Buffon's shouting did not spread out as successfully as he expected for others to hear. At this time, the wooden house seemed to have become a small space of its own, completely isolated from the outside world. Sound cannot come out or be heard.

Buffon cursed in his heart: "I wonder, what on earth is going on? I'm not going to die again so soon. I don't know if I can be resurrected again. If you can, please let me go to a better place." ".

Buffon, who was clinging to the wall, saw a rough wooden short stick in the corner, quickly picked it up, and was about to attack Old John with the wooden stick in his hand, but Old John just looked at him without any sign of avoiding it. Buffon's eyes were filled with amusement as he attacked him.

Woo!

The swing of the wooden stick caused a gust of wind. When it hit Old John's face, Buffon felt that the movement of swinging the wooden stick in his hand suddenly became stiff, and the wooden stick stopped on Old John's face. In front of him, he could no longer move forward even half an inch. His body had lost the power to move and was frozen in place. Only his brain was left to think.

Old John raised his right hand lightly, and touched the wooden stick stopped in front of him with his fingers in the air. The wooden stick originally held tightly in Buffon's hand seemed to have come to life, and fell away from Buffon's hand and fell to the side.

Approaching Buffon, who could no longer control his body, Old John whispered in his ear with a deep voice: "Pray, your fear will be the best condiment I can use to get rid of my weakness. I smell it on your body." You should feel honored to have some mysterious flavor, after all, you can become a sacrifice of a great being."

"A certain great being." Buffon, who was unable to move his body, muttered this weird title in his mind, and that he had the mysterious smell that the other party needed. Unfortunately, he didn't know anything about it and could only let others know. Zairu maintained his current movements and watched from the corner of his eye as Old John took out various glassware from the cabinet next to him. The liquid inside shone with various colors under the moonlight.

Old John placed these utensils neatly around Buffon, placing Buffon in the middle of the utensils. Then he raised his hands above his head and recited a language that Buffon did not understand. Old John's body trembled slightly. He looked as if he was struggling, and the muscles on his body were also squirming. Buffon felt a sense of despair and complained in his heart that he would never come again in the next life.

A breath full of depravity and death permeated the entire wooden house. The temperature of the entire wooden house was dropping. The various liquids in the vessels slowly spread around the wooden house, as if integrated into it, and then started from the walls. A black mist filled the air, and within the black mist there seemed to be the sound of a hungry beast roaring in Buffon's ears.

Because he could not move or make any sound, the moment Buffon heard the strange sound coming from the black mist, a trace of blood flowed from the corners of his eyes and ears, and his eyes became red. He felt that his own His heart was beating violently, his eyes became confused, and only the last bit of sanity remained.

Old John took out a sharp dagger from his pocket, and then cut his wrist. The blood did not spurt out as expected, but slowly floated into the air and condensed into an illusory red bone palm. The pattern then became more and more clear.

At this time, in the Holy Light Church in Cologne, because it was already dark (the church was only open during the day), there were only a handful of clergy left in the church and the only bishop in the church, high priest Bert. Lem Jamie prayed silently in front of a statue that had no facial features and could only be roughly identified as human.

In the square outside the church, a white horse full of sacred aura slowly stopped. Sitting on it was Deacon Tescheborg from the headquarters of the Holy Light Church. He is a powerful priest of light. Behind him Followed by several knights in armor, they held mithril swords in their hands, with serious expressions on their faces, looking sacrosanct.

The clothes of this priest of light look different from those that ordinary people have seen presiding over various sacrificial ceremonies. Priests often wear robes, but this priest of light wears a golden armor, a knight. helmet, knight's riding boots, a red rope wrapped around his arm, and a blue sword at his waist.

After hearing the sound of horse hooves coming from outside, the clergy in the church quickly walked out. Bertram Jamie, the senior priest with some gray hair, looked at the priest of light with a smile: "Tes The items that Deacon needs to seal have been placed under the church, when do you plan to take them away?"

When Tesche heard that the other party did not show due respect to him, he frowned slightly and was dissatisfied with Bertram's attitude. After all, although he was only a deacon, his promotion was one level higher than that of the other party. Every time he went to other cities to perform tasks, the priests in the city would show respect to him. Tesche enjoyed the respect of others very much, but Bertram made him feel that he was despised by the other party. If Bertram could Guessing the pettiness of the young priest of light opposite him, he would definitely feel very wronged.

Stesche nodded with a straight face, looked at Bertram, who was not very respectful to him, and ordered: "I'm going to wait here for a while, you don't have to worry about me, you can go and rest."

"yes".

After saying that, Bertram and the church's clergy quickly left the sacred church and walked outside the church door, all bowing respectfully.

Tesche walked into the underground of the church, looked at the items on the table, stretched out his left hand and grabbed a black ball. The surface of the black ball flashed with a dark color, emitting in the darkness. Even this holy church could not resist the powerful attraction.

"It seems like this is that dangerous item. Even my abilities can only go so far. It's a remnant of the dark realm. Fortunately, this old guy Bertram made a simple seal so it won't cause harm to people anymore." , Tesche said while holding the ball.

This item was left behind by a Night Hermit after his death. It was not made into a magical item. After the ball was formed, any item within 10 meters of it was devoured. It was really scary. thing.

A white sacred light appeared in Tesche's hand and slowly wrapped around the black ball. The black ball wrapped in the white sacred light became transparent, and the suction of the black ball gradually disappeared.

After walking out of the church underground, Tesche suddenly had an inspiration and looked warily to the west of Cologne City, which is the direction of Cologne's dock. As a priest of light, Tesche was no longer interested in that evil aura. He couldn't be more familiar. He spoke three words with sacred flames in his eyes. After saying "The Fallen", Tesche, the priest of light, quickly walked out of the church, mounted his white horse and ran towards the dock. The others The knight followed closely behind.